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Dear Mary,
My high school mentor ripped a page of your words from a borrowed library book and I first experienced Wild Geese in the isolation of his office, alone. Jon gave me your address. I thought I had time. What about college did you dislike, Mary? I didn’t apply to the top 3 Ivy League schools…
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the biggest lie I ever believed
you don’t pursue someone because you feel right
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hidden valley ranch
windows, salads, and strangers we can dress them all as we choose
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billions and yet
a mess I have created
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the girl who bled
look at your hands tremble
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RDF for the millennial woman
debussy was an artist first and a musician second
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A Poem, My Ass
If you pry apart your mouth wide enough, you can see me crying. I’m small, microscopic, warm to the touch, Containing multitudes, not misunderstood but not desiring to be loved. Do you, too, transcribe limbs for science?